The never ending adventures of God: The Second Coming.

August 3, 2018 § 4 Comments

 

God stood by the side of the road holding a cardboard sign. HUNGRY, it said.

He’d written the word with the marker he’d put in his own pocket by conceiving of one…Let There Be a Marker. How solid it had felt in his just-as-solid hand. In use, the marker had squeaked across the cardboard; the ink was running out.

The marker was the only dry thing by this twilit strip of asphalt. Rain was pelting down. God’s hair dripped, and the rain ran its cold fingers down his neck soaking his T-shirt.

The last time he had come here clothed in flesh it had been hot and dusty, but like this, it had been vibrant in a way omnipresence could never match. Omnipresence was existence spread thin.

Being everywhere and nowhere had a lot in common. « Read the rest of this entry »

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